When Song Yiqiao opened his eyes, they were back in Sherlock's bedroom.

"Hoo ......"

What should she say?

"Something is wrong with the system?" Sherlock was keenly aware that something was wrong with her.

"I just have some emotion about the things in that world."

In order to prevent Sherlock from seeing more exposed emotions, Song Yiqiao hugged his waist and buried his soft cheeks in his firm chest, and couldn't help but rub it.

She muttered, "You must be exercising regularly." ”

The fragrance unique to women fills the tip of the nose, and the person in her arms is incredibly soft, as if there are no bones. The soft cheeks leaned against his chest, as if a heavy stone had fallen on his steadily beating heart, and under the pressure of gravity, the rhythm of the originally regular heartbeat was completely disrupted, and he even had some unsteady breathing.

Sherlock pursed her lips and reached out to touch her long, tactile hair.

"That's right!" Song Yiqiao exclaimed, disturbing the beautiful atmosphere in front of him, "The two of us haven't gone out in the bedroom for a day and a night, what about the others?" ”

As she spoke, she quickly pushed Sherlock open and opened the door to see that the bedroom was pitch black, and there was still food on the table that had been prepared overnight, but there was no one left.

Song Yiqiao fumbled to turn on the light and found Sherlock holding a note in his hand.

"What's on it?"

He handed it to Song Yiqiao without saying a word.

"Hey, my friends, it's a little embarrassing to talk about. Well...... You didn't come out after calling for a few times, so Mrs. Hudson put the prepared food on the table so as not to disturb you, but don't worry, we all went home. Finally, Sherlock, as good as your physical fitness is, I would like to warn you that excessive indulgence is harmful to the body. - Your friend, John."

“……”

Song Yiqiao coughed in embarrassment, and she didn't know how to face the other people in the future.

Sherlock didn't care what Watson said, he never cared what others thought.

"Watson's fiancée is missing a bridesmaid."

"What?"

"Meek and shy, not good at socializing, it seems that my friend has found a little sheep." He sat on the couch and stared thoughtfully at a corner of the room, "John told me to make sure you go to the wedding too. ”

"What an honor! I'll go see the bride tomorrow! ”

"You're happy to be involved in a ceremony like marriage?"

"Of course, it's a beautiful thing."

Song Yiqiao walked up to Sherlock and suddenly sat down on his lap, propping one hand on the back of the couch. Sherlock rested his head against the backrest, his gray eyes looking at her quietly.

His gray is not a dazzling shining silver gray, but a deep, intelligent gray of complex knowledge, which would appear too cold, even impersonal, too cold and difficult to touch.

However, at this moment, the gray was dyed with a dense haze, and the diaphragm used for defense gradually melted, and the eyes that looked at her had an imperceptible tenderness.

Same as Sherlock's people.

It's like feeding her heart a piece of sugar, which is so sweet and greasy that it is hot, but she can't help but have some unbearable acid, corroding her heart and gradually extending to her internal organs. Song Yiqiao has never looked at Sherlock more closely than he does now—his deep eyes, the high bridge of his nose, and his excessively thin lips......

Song Yiqiao couldn't help but kiss his lips gently, and the place where she touched it was hotter than a soldering iron, making her body tremble involuntarily. She took the trouble to sip kisses over and over again as if she were tasting a delicacy, and the two bodies snuggled together, her black hair scattered all over Sherlock's body, and a few strands of hair burrowed into his neck, gently sweeping through Song Yiqiao's movements, bringing a stirring itch.

Song Yiqiao bit hard, causing a low and muffled snort from the people below him.

"I think we should stop in moderation," she paused, smiling suddenly, "after all, overindulgence hurts your body." ”

Then, she quickly fled the scene of the crime, trotting behind the bedroom door, leaving Sherlock alone on the couch. Sherlock's fingertips brushed his swollen lips and stared at the closed door for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

On this side, Song Yiqiao and him were separated by a wall, but it was like a whole world. The smile and joy just now disappeared, and she knew that she was about to lose her disguise, so she found an excuse to run away.

Song Yiqiao lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

…… Actually, she's just sad. The ordinary kind of sadness is not fatal, but when it comes to the future, it will gradually stretch, deeper and deeper, more and more painful, until it becomes a scar on her heart, which makes her tremble and unable to speak, and she does not even dare to think about it.

How difficult it must be to be separated.

***************

Watson's wedding was not long in coming.

In order to better play the role of a bridesmaid, Song Yiqiao often goes shopping, chatting, and drinking afternoon tea with Mary these days, which makes Watson a little jealous.

The bridesmaid outfit was a pale navy blue knee-length skirt, and the makeup artist pulled up her black hair, revealing her delicate cheeks and fair neck, a pair of big black eyes that were smart and beautiful, and dimples looming in the smile.

After packing everything up, Song Yiqiao followed behind the bride and saw Sherlock in a suit from a distance, although he was expressionless and indifferent to the bottom of his heart, his long and straight figure and handsome face still caused some female guests to blush and look at him secretly.

After all, it's not easy to meet Detective Sherlock Holmes.

In the next second, Sherlock seemed to have telepathy, and accurately set his gaze on where Song Yiqiao was. They looked at each other from a distance through the lively crowd, and there was a flash of surprise in those gray eyes, and Song Yiqiao laughed and waved at him from afar.

But it's clear that a certain Mr. Detective would never bother with such red tape.

He walked in front of Song Yiqiao in a few steps and stared at Song Yiqiao deeply, the lips that could only spit out mean sarcasm words rarely said a word of praise.

"You're beautiful today."

Song Yiqiao's eyes were shining, and before he could say anything, Watson hurriedly walked over, grabbed Sherlock's arm and said, "Hey, today is my wedding, it's about to start, what do you want to say in a while!" ”

She looked at the backs of the two of them leaving, and burst out laughing.

The wedding went well, and when the bride shyly said "I do", Watson put a ring on her, suppressed his excitement and hugged her tightly, and the two kissed sweetly in the eyes of the guests.

Seeing this scene, Song Yiqiao smiled and blessed with them, but his eyes couldn't help but ache. She took advantage of the shade gesture and rubbed her eyes.

For the rest of the day, she didn't know what she was doing, so she followed the other bridesmaids to help, and when the wedding celebration was over, her cheeks were smiling stiffly.

Tired......

Song Yiqiao slowed down, waited for the bridesmaids to leave, and then dragged into the changing room with lazy steps.

She was about to close the door when one hand suddenly held up.

It's Sherlock.

"I'm going to change my clothes."

"I know."

“……”

Song Yiqiao couldn't help but take him for granted, let go of his hand and said, "Okay, okay, what's the matter with you?" ”

Sherlock closed the door and went straight to the subject: "Did you forget to say something?" ”

"Me?" She shrugged, "Maybe you're too sensitive, but I have a very good memory, and if there's anything to say, I never miss it." ”

Song Yiqiao suddenly changed the subject: "Have you ever thought about getting married?" ”

Sherlock looked at her noncommittally.

"I admit that although I have a fear of love and marriage, I still inevitably have a desire for marriage. I said—" she smiled, "have you ever thought of spending your life with someone?" ”

After a long silence in the room, Sherlock spoke.

"Yes."

He took a step forward and stared into Song Yiqiao's eyes: "You are panicking and anxious...... There must be some kind of uncertain factor that gives you the influence of negative emotions. Song Yiqiao, don't try to escape, ask for help when you encounter difficulties, not be reckless. ”

Tightly enveloped by this momentum of persecution that perceives everything, Song Yiqiao staggered back a few steps, and his waist suddenly hit the table. She let out a soft snort, frowning in pain.

Sherlock propped his hands on the edge of the table and lowered his body closer to her.

"You...... You stand a little farther away......"

Song Yiqiao was so nervous that her tongue rolled a little, and her face turned to the side, trying to ignore the piercing gaze.

"Song Yiqiao."

Sherlock coldly called out her name.

“…… What the? ”

"Will you marry me?"

Song Yiqiao: "! ”

The atmosphere between the two froze at this moment.

Song Yiqiao was wearing a bridesmaid's dress, her white and tender skin loomed in the fabric, if you ignore the color of her skirt, and match it with Sherlock's suit, she really looks like a couple.

She lowered her eyelids and whispered, "Don't make a fuss." ”

Sherlock shows in action that he can be summed up in more than waywardness.

"You...... Yes! ”

Song Yiqiao collapsed on the table in embarrassment, and the dinging thing fell to the ground. Immediately after, Sherlock leaned over to hold her down, and sporadic kisses landed on the corners of her lips and cheeks.

"For the sake of marital sex. The quality of life should be tried at least once before marriage. Behavior. ”

Sherlock's calm and cold voice was completely out of tune with what he was doing at this time: "Save time, let's get started now." ”